Jay was distracted and didn’t hear what they were talking about just now.

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands in dissatisfaction, and there was a loud noise on Xia Youjie’s back. The man with the black bun staggered, shaking his bangs.

Geto Suguru clenched his fists and looked at Gojo Satoru with a grim expression.

Sharp eyes, murderous gaze.

“It hurts a lot. If you get hurt, you have to pay for Nitro’s consultation fee!”

Jia Ru Nishiko smiled with her eyebrows curved and her hands covering her mouth: “Jie paid a lot for my medicine, and he even gave me a discount because we are classmates.”

Gojo Satoru: “I have a question for you. How do you feel about Yokohama?” He weighed the dessert in his hand. The plastic bag rustled and the colorful packaging could be vaguely seen.

Yokohama gathers almost all the supernatural people in Japan, and it is not open to the public. There are not many cursed spirits, and I don’t know why there are so few cursed spirits above level one.

Geto Suguru was sent on a mission to Yokohama. Since the Star Plasma incident, he and Gojo Satoru rarely went on missions together.

He recalled something and said casually, “There is no special curse in Yokohama. What is more interesting is the rumor of ‘The Secret of Yokohama’. I heard that there is a book that can make wishes come true.”

“Did you get it?”

This book about fulfilling wishes seems unreliable, but Gojo Satoru is surprisingly interested in it.

Xia Yujie shook his head, and his drooping eyelashes covered his slender eyes, adding to the shadows.

“No.”

He seemed to be distracted again and could not keep up with Gojo Satoru’s fast strides.

Ieiri Naoko stood at the back holding the pathology book. Xiayou Jie walked slower and slower without noticing. Gojo Satoru hummed a tune and jumped as he walked. He didn’t look back, but shouted, “Jie, hurry up.”

Gojo Satoru didn’t hear a response. When he looked back, they were already walking away.

In his third year of high school, Geto Suguru massacred the village and betrayed the curse world.

Sometimes a mountain of memories can be awakened with just a few simple words.

“Yokohama.”

Gojo Satoru rubbed his temples, piled up the chaotic memories in his mind in a corner to take up space, and focused his attention on the task in front of him.

In 2015, a huge explosion suddenly occurred in Yokohama, creating a terrible hole. As people panicked, curses appeared everywhere, and the damage caused increased dramatically.

“Singularity?”

what?
Gojo Satoru, a pure sorcerer, couldn’t understand this mission.

This task was issued by the Yokohama government. After contacting the sorcery world, the supervision department transferred it to the Gojo family and finally fell into the hands of Gojo Satoru.

Just because Gojo Satoru was not good at barrier arts, it did not mean that no one in the Gojo family was good at it. He carefully read the mission requirements again, “Kill the singularity and the cursed spirit” and “It is best to prohibit the existence of cursed power in Yokohama”, and he had an idea in mind. He selected a few sorcerers in his family who were good at building barriers to go to Yokohama with him.

However, after arriving in Yokohama, the “kill the singularity” part of the mission was cancelled.

I heard that it was because the singularity disappeared.

Gojo Satoru has a low sense of humor. In front of the members of the Special Powers and Secret Services Department, he slammed the table and laughed wildly for more than a minute. His devilish laughter could be heard through the door.

“Next, we hope that Mr. Gojo can sign a contract, which will prohibit the use of cursed energy in Yokohama.” Haibara put the contract on the table.

For Yokohama, adding another group of sorcerers would be of no benefit at all. If the subsequent problems caused by the singularity were not too great, they would not have asked the sorcerer world for help, let alone invite the killing god of the sorcerer world to Yokohama.

Have these psychics also investigated the world of sorcery?
Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and the barrier master of the Gojo family took a step forward.

“Of course we can do it.” Gojo Satoru stepped forward, one hand on his cheek, and one hand pointing at the contract, “Where is your reward?”

Huiyuan Ye frowned: “We have already handed the deposit to your supervision department–“

“No, I want something else.”

He could only blame the word “Yokohama” for reminding him of things he didn’t want to recall.

His fingers drummed on the table, making a messy melody. He made his request: “I want a book, a book that can make wishes come true.”

“what?”

Gojo Satoru sat back in his seat with a wronged look on his face. “Of course you can refuse, but if you don’t give it to me, I won’t do the mission. Even Gojo Satoru won’t do the mission – I’ll kindly remind you – neither the sorcerer nor the curse caster will lend this mission.”

“I will also live in Yokohama and see if anyone comes to assassinate me, or find a reason to cause trouble. I’m so strong and have so much free time, it doesn’t matter~”

The 1.9-meter-tall guy felt very wronged. He sounded very impatient, as if he was really very wronged, as if he was asking how could you not agree to him.

Huiyuan Ye: …

Thousands of dirty words were running through his mind.

Is this what it means to be strong and despicable?

“Yokohama is in chaos because of the cursed spirit. Regardless of whether the book you want exists, it’s not a good idea for you to take advantage of the situation, right?”

Gojo Satoru covered his mouth in surprise: “Is it not good? I think it’s very good.” After saying that, he nodded in agreement with himself.

Huiyuan Ye was speechless. He and Gojo Satoru exchanged several witty remarks and reached a consensus under mutual restrictions.

Gojo Satoru and the Gojo family killed the cursed spirits in Yokohama and set up a tent to isolate the cursed power. The effect of the tent is to “forbid the birth of cursers and the use of cursed power, the corresponding cursed spirits in Yokohama cannot be observed, exist but not real, and ensure that Gojo Satoru is outside the tent.” Because Gojo Satoru’s absolute strength is poor, the barrier technique that isolates the cursed power is very solid.

Gojo Satoru got a page of the book and was given a restriction: “Gojo Satoru must carry the page with him at all times and can only use this page. The content written can only affect himself and cannot hurt others.”

“A bit of a loss?” Gojo Satoru muttered to himself. He still liked the sweets in Yokohama very much. If he couldn’t go to Yokohama, he could only send someone else to bring them for him.

The people from the Special Powers Division wanted to beat someone up after hearing this. If the sorcerer couldn’t cast a bond, how could they have given Gojo Satoru the book page!

The key point is that Gojo Satoru really knows how to throw the light cannon randomly… Due to diplomatic and financial reasons with the sorcery world, they had to agree to Gojo Satoru’s request.

Even when he knew that Yokohama’s book had a table of contents and page numbers, Gojo Satoru still asked, “Can I choose the page numbers myself?”

Huihara: You’re so annoying.

On the surface, he smiled and said in a friendly tone: “Of course!”

He looked at the thin book and said disdainfully, “Then give me 37 pages.”

He chose a number that suited his taste and was related to his birthday.

On the day Gojo Satoru left Yokohama, the Special Powers Division handed the book and pen to Gojo Satoru.

Rows of people in neat uniforms respectfully saw Gojo Satoru off from Yokohama, then cursed him in unison.

“Don’t miss me!” Gojo Satoru turned back and blew kisses at them.

The sound of “dog” had just been uttered when the syllable “shit” got stuck in the throat, almost suffocating the people from the Special Agent Department.

“goodbye!”

See you again!

Gojo Satoru was in a better mood. His only purpose in persecuting others was to make himself happy.

He never thought that those who harm others will be harmed by others until he was thrown into prison.

Yumenjiang is good in every way. It is very suitable for retirement. It is quiet and undisturbed. The space is not small. You don’t have to worry about water, electricity and living expenses. You can sing loudly and there is 3D surround. It would be even better if he was not locked up.

“God said, let there be light.” Gojo Satoru pressed the flashlight on his cell phone and shone it on the pages of the book.

If he hadn’t been restrained, he would have forgotten the pages in the past three years. He didn’t believe that all wishes could be fulfilled, and if he hadn’t remembered that Geto Xiayou was once interested in this, he wouldn’t have chosen to take the pages.

But he had a beautiful dream. He dreamed that he split into two people and lived happily with familiar people.

He woke up slowly.

Endless darkness enveloped him.

What a sweet dream, he thought.

Gojo Goto had taken out the book countless times, but this was the first time he started writing.

He scribbled casually, with a bit of frivolity, because the pages of the book could only affect himself, so he killed himself from the age of twenty-eight to twenty-five.

From birth to being sealed, it turns out that my life is so boring.

The worlds in Gojo Satoru’s book are directly based on the background of his life. The pages of the book must be filled with logical stories to create the world. These worlds are no different at the beginning, and Gojo Satoru always commits suicide or is sealed by the rope.

“Tsk.”

He was unhappy, but he couldn’t run into the world of pages to make trouble.

Gojo Satoru still didn’t take the pages of the book seriously. He treated them as a novel simulator, developing various plots based on reality, but it was of no use to reality at all.

Until the pages were written and blackened, until Gojo Satoru was twenty-five years old, until the fourth story was compiled, the world in the book began to change.

The split Gojo Satoru and Edogawa Ranpo met.

Gojo Satoru didn’t know who this was.

How could a sorcerer and an ordinary person have anything in common?
Gojo Satoru almost laughed at it and decided to laugh at the ending of this story.

“It must be a tragedy, right?”

He turned the tip of the pen and wrote: Huihara Ye handed the page of the book to Edogawa Ranpo.

The worlds in the book began to overlap – Edogawa Ranpo used books in the book.

And Gojo Satoru was the only spectator.

“Dead again.”

“Kill me?! I didn’t know it was possible.”

“What is he insisting on…”

“Always trust him?”

He saw the ink marks on the pages, which disturbed his sleep.

He closed the pen cap. Fate cannot be changed. Gojo Satoru decided to stop writing after this story.

The pages of the book float within the prison gate, and the dim fluorescence of the skull illuminates the layers of fate.

He grabbed the page and wanted to blacken it with a pen, but the moment he pinched the paper, he saw Edogawa Satoru and Ranpo reunited.

“Forget it…” He closed his eyes, and even his breathing calmed down. The pages of the book were held in his arms, and the exposed skeletons surrounded him. Time in the prison gate was stagnant as usual.

Happy sleep.

The skeletons suddenly collided, making an annoying, sharp sound similar to chalk scratching on a blackboard.

Gojo Satoru ignored him.

“Gojo Satoru?”

A sound that should never have been heard echoed within the prison gate.

He was in disbelief at first, and even took off the blindfold before his brain could think of it, and then he saw the glowing white boy.

“Welcome to the Prison Gate.”

Gojo came to Edogawa Satoru and wiped the tears from Ranpo’s eyes.

do not Cry.

You are already a miracle.

“So—you are the start?” asked the gray-haired boy.

Gojo Satoru told everything.

“Where are your book pages and pen?” Edogawa Satoru held out his hand. “Give it to me.”

“Here.” Gojo Satoru held up the page, wanting to play with Xiao Wu.

The boy looked Gojo Satoru straight in the eye and said, “I want to continue writing books.”

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and handed the page to Xiaowu with a puzzled look: “Only half of it is left. Even if he went through so much trouble to send you out, what does it mean?”

The reality hasn’t changed at all?
“That’s because my brother can’t be sure what’s going on outside.” Xiao Wu continued to stretch out his hand, “Give me the pen. What are the constraints you set?”

Gojo Satoru told this to Xiaowu and laughed again after he finished.

What can you change?
“I’m not Gojo Satoru.”

The boy took off his colored contact lenses, revealing red heterochromatic eyes: “Now, we can change everyone except Gojo Satoru.”

Gojo Satoru was startled, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, revealing his sharp teeth: “Don’t blame me for not warning you, you will see countless desperate failures.”

My brother said that we should always believe in him.

Edogawa Satoru could still feel the fear of leaving his brother in his fingertips. But he had been away from his brother for so long that he could overcome it.

He said coldly: “Then fail, even if you fail hopelessly – are you afraid of this kind of failure?! If you want to change your fate, then bear it honestly!”

“One more reincarnation.”

“This time, ‘Edogawa Satoru’ will appear at a different time.”

“No matter how many times, I will change my fate!”

I really don’t know how high the sky is.

Gojo Satoru, however, liked this kind of arrogance: “You are already a miracle. If it happens again, you will die.”

“For my brother, the survival of ‘Edogawa Satoru’ is inevitable!” Edogawa Satoru said affirmatively.

Because his brother asked him to always believe in him.

Because his brother said he loved him.

So no matter how many times, he would say to Ranpo: Please do it again.

Please keep going forever.

Write all the endings.

Choose the one you like best.

(End of this chapter)